The glass is screaming.

The thin line supporting everything I am is struggling.

My problems,

My anger,

Every conflict I’ve ever encountered,

Adds unwanted weight to my life.

Another crack will crawl across the surface.

I will eventually bear too much,

Too many issues will suffocate me.

The cracks will meet and I will fall,

Along with the shattered remains of my past.

I will fall for a long time,

I will fall until I hit bottom,

Rock bottom.

From there,

I have two options.

I could give up.

Rot at the bottom of the chasm.

Or I could gather the most important parts of my life,

And take the difficult journey towards the light above me.